Southern Xinjiang is very big, and there are many strange things, among which there are seven positions that sound incredible.

The reason why these seven subordinate names are strange is not only because of the strangeness of the incumbents themselves, but also because of the ambiguity and ambiguity of their own positions.

Among them, there are the "watchdogs" of Changjinglou, the "sword bearer" of Luocheng, the "head of the big night" of Beichen, the "seven reincarnation masters" of Xiyao, the "sweeping monks" of Hengyang, the "palm lamp" of Yuanhe Hall and the "prison department" of the Four Seasons Sect.

The names of these seven positions sound like one thing, but they are actually another thing entirely. Because the watchdog of Changjinglou is an inscription, the first and second generations of sword bearers in Los Angeles are all beggars who make a living by begging, the head of the Great Night Division of Beichen is a prisoner who is imprisoned by them in Heishui Prison, the seven reincarnation masters of Xiyao are the head of the knights of the Royal Highness, the sweeping monk of Hengyang is lazy and has nothing to do all day long, and the palm lamp of the Yuanhe Hall is a doll in swaddling clothes, as for the prison division, it is even more absurd, the Four Seasons Sect survives in the cracks of all forces, and there is not even a sect address, let alone a "prison".

Therefore, the fame of the so-called seven positions is just the glory of the big forces behind them, or out of speculation and curiosity about strange things, in fact, not many people care about their usefulness, they are just after-dinner conversations.

But these miscellaneous things are put aside first, and now on the second day of the Lunar New Year, everyone is idle, and it coincides with the accident of a generation of sword wielders, but at this time, the people in Los Angeles are more concerned about one thing:

Who is the third generation of sword wielders in Los Angeles?

Yes, they care.

The first generation of sword bearers in Los Angeles was buried under the wind and snow of Wanli fifteenth, life and death were uncertain, and the second generation of sword bearers felt that they could not compete with the first generation, so they did not go to the west to "take office", but opened up a temporary gathering point in the east to occupy the king, and made a beggar gang leader, because he violated the contract for Beichen did not wait to see him, but he could not take any way from him, so he could only angrily remove his own orthodox identity, so after the death of a generation, the city lord's mansion did not call him to succeed, but found an old beggar to occupy the pit.

Although this is a matter that is weighed by the Los Angeles City Lord's Mansion, after all, there are many beggars in the world, but there are not many people who can stand out from the beggars and be known to the world.

The sword bearer is a specific position in Los Angeles, and the official residence is three grades, which is greater than the five-rank official position of the city lord of Los Angeles, if you find a few beggars at random, you can put this position, not to mention Los Angeles and Xuanwu, the southern garrison of Beichen will be directly in trouble. This is a major matter to be registered, and if something goes wrong, it will be punished.

Therefore, the discussion in Los Angeles is also extremely enthusiastic. After all, as long as all this is traceable and deducible, then as long as the result is right, it is the best reason to prove that you are superior, so for a while, the topic was high, and many villagers and scholars made it difficult together, and a heroic spirit of pointing out the country arose.

In fact, it is not surprising that they would argue so much, because there are only two generations of sword wielders, and the people are not clear about the rules of appointment, if it limits the location, for example, it cannot be the "family" of Los Angeles, then these three generations of sword wielders are undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, but if you start with a few beggar gang leaders in Los Angeles, it will be much more interesting, and it can also involve their past cases incidentally, and the storyteller can also make a lot of money here by borrowing the gimmick and beggar story of the "third sword wielder".

Under the impetus of people with good intentions, this dusty matter continues to ferment, but for some reason, the city lord's mansion still has not announced the identity of the sword-wielder, and the old beggar has not come for a long time.

The beggars on the north road of Naluo City knew nothing about this, and the soldiers of Xuanwu surrounded this cage tightly, and their voices rarely leaked, and they were still tossing and turning repeatedly in their sleep at this moment, until a down-and-out strong man came at the end of the road.

The strong man was born tall and mighty, his expression was not angry and self-assured, but his eyebrows and eyes were very gentle, and he was clearly full of tendons and flesh when he walked, but it gave people the illusion of a big belly.

The down-and-out beggar snorted, looking like he would never be able to sleep, squatted down and smashed the broken hair on his forehead with a stone, and laughed heartily.

Hearing the laughter, the beggars around him got up, but when he saw a big man in the center of the avenue throwing a stone on his head, he immediately lay down and pretended to sleep.

This is a ruthless man.

Don't be nosy.

The beggars rolled over and fell asleep, while the stout beggar was unhurriedly arranging his hair, and a long-haired beggar sat on a tall rock not far away, surrounded by a group of skinny monkeys, making him look more like a fierce bandit.

Where did this goggle come from?

smashed the stone in his hand, the strong man took out a note and three jewels hidden in it, the jewel was refined in his palm, and the note was held in the palm of his hand and touched with his thumb, his expression remained unchanged, and he knew it in his heart.

He is the third generation of sword bearers in Los Angeles, but he was not invited by Xuanwu or Beichen, but the old thing of that generation "abdicated to make way for Xian". Although this is not a good errand, this identity is an upright third-grade official, and there are many advantages.

Moreover, the conditions are given by them, but how to live is decided by themselves.

He's not going to get on his knees like that old thing, and steal his life.

The strong man brought a big stone, a few punches down to make it angular and sharp, and then cut off the ends of his hair vigorously, a short and medium hair was a little shorter at this time, and the wind blew the stone particles and dust flying, and it looked so chic and atmospheric!

Thinking about it, the strong man strode forward, and the wind suddenly surged in the north road between the dragon and the tiger!

The long-haired beggar frowned. This is here to make trouble!

It is true that the living in Los Angeles do not come and fight for the dead, it is a cage, but the great opportunities and risks contained in it are a piece of fat for outlaws like them.

They don't know what the realm of the sword wielder is, but it will definitely not surpass the mighty, and they have ambushed seventeen powerhouses at the level of Heavenly Punishment on their side just to fight for that opportunity, but now it seems that this goal is difficult to achieve.

The strong man hesitated, and then deflated. They had three major expectations for this trip, one was to divide the money earned in the Los Angeles gambling house, the second was to take out the contents of the broken jars, the third was to trade with the forces that came and went, and the fourth was to be the identity of the sword wielder.

The strong man laughed and walked away, and the group of beggars hesitated for a moment before removing the ambush.

It's also a deal. He wants L.A., and they want to fall into the city, and by the way, they want to give him a jar.

The eyes of the long-haired bandit converged on the green-robed young man under the shade of the tree in the distance, his expression was slightly unwilling, but he was helpless.

This jar is too high-end, and they don't have the ability to covet it.

Walking on the melting winter snow, the group disappeared into the spring light on the second day of the Lunar New Year, spring, is the harvest season.

Bowing down and jumping up, a line of twelve long knives was drawn, the black-clothed powerhouses no longer hid their traces, and walked forward quickly, the strong wind enveloped the heavenly Dao wind and clouds, and the down-and-out strong man who strode leisurely in the center of the road ignored it, and swaggered to the green-robed young man.

At this time, the carriages and horses of the North Road were prosperous, the starlight was dark, and the young man was sleeping soundly under the shade of the tree, a group of bandits had a clear goal, a group of business travelers were not surprised, and the soldiers in the distance did not stop them, looking like watching a play.

The hazy light of the sun and the moon swayed, and the shadow of the leaves made people panic.

It's the first year of the apocalypse.

At this time, the world is in turmoil.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

The down-and-out strong man looked playfully at the young man who was pretending to be asleep and on guard, and seeing that he couldn't pretend anymore, Xuan Chan calmly opened his eyes, looked at the strong man's smile and was uncomfortable, tired and tired of closing his eyes to recuperate.

He has seen a lot of such eyes.

The gaze was very similar to that of a lone wolf when he saw a lone wolf cub.

Eyes, glowing.

I don't know what I'm looking for, what I'm looking for, and what I'm betting on him.

But he can't do anything about it, as long as he wants to live, he has to endure all this.

However, he also has the ability to express his disgust as a way to vent his disgust.

Maybe it won't work. But still speak up and resist.

That's my attitude.

The green-robed young man was blowing the spring breeze in front of his forehead, with a headache and brain fever, and he was a little drowsy.

The two of them looked at each other with great energy, looked back tiredly, and the young man turned his head disgustingly, but the strong man was not tired of it.

Tsk, look at the perverted eyes, so excited!

The strong man touched the small pebble on his side and combed the ends of his hair, and sat there without speaking, Liang Jiuxuan Chan couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "You, why did you save me." The boy raised his scarlet eyes, "You could have repaid the favor." ”

"Oh, will you repay the favor even if I did it on purpose?"

"The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates, this is the rule of my generation. No matter what, if you save me, that's a kindness. The green-robed young man said weakly, "Kindness is to be repaid." The young man's eyes were thin and weak, but the words were extremely serious.

Looking at his appearance, the strong man on the other side grinned, and a little leek leaves appeared on his neat yellow teeth, which looked extremely discordant.

After looking at the green-robed young man for a while, the strong man clapped his hands, got up and sighed softly, "Okay, I won't argue with you." But you have a few words but you are wrong, I traded with them, you are not fake, but how do you know that I did not save them? Besides, for you, I don't need to make a move, and you will repay the favor, if it is someone else, it would be good if I don't bite me back if I end up like this. You say, "So my choice is right or wrong?"

"You're wrong. As soon as the strong man's voice fell, the green-robed young man staggered up and said solemnly, "Originally, you and I had no grievances, and it was a favor to make a move, but now I am only your commodity, so you have insulted my dignity." The boy frowned, holding a long stick, looking a little obedient.

Looking at him like this, the down-and-out man looked up and laughed, and waved his hand, "Whatever you want!" I don't have time to argue with you about this now, but now you hate me and can't hurt me in the slightest, I just need to complete my task." Don't underestimate your proud body, there are a lot of things in this broken jar. I'll show you the way to the Meteorite Pavilion on this trip, don't say you can't get there, just go there.

"There are a lot of things you don't need to know, and if you don't know too much before your waist is straight, it's easy to be mediocre. I can't control your life, but I can mix and mix your luck. That's all there is to it, and if you understand a few points, you hide it in your heart, and if you say it, you will become a fool. ”

The strong man got up, there was really no nonsense, there was no superfluous action, he looked in a hurry, and without waiting for the green-robed young man to withdraw from the state, he walked on the north road.

Xuan Chan frowned.

He said it so quickly that his mind was so dizzy that he didn't remember much.

Uncomfortable to get up, the young man soaked in the stream and washed his body.

He didn't remember much of his words, but the two transmissions were clearly audible.

One is, don't forget the dignity you are talking about.

One is that you are a cultivator.

Cultivating one's life is a great rebellion, cultivating is imperfect, and cultivating is unwilling and unadmitted.

The green-robed young man fainted, and the strong man on the official road in the distance traveled far away, as if there was something tangible in his hand.

It was a sword.

And he is the third generation of sword bearers in Los Angeles.

Murong Xuan.

Murong Chong, the Fenghuang Emperor of the Yan Kingdom.

One of the seven gates of northern Xinjiang, the Xuan of Zilanxuan.

His name is Murong Xuan.

One, a down-and-out beggar.